Reflections, digressions and poor digestion!
The first section of my novel
My reflection pulsated in the grimy mirror of the dirty toilets, my huge black eyes and glittering mouth blurred with the frosting of condensation.
I watched transfixed as I gurned, my jaw jutting defiantly whilst my eyes oozed with a languid liquid love only a person full to the gills with Ecstasy would understand. There was no other feeling like it in the world. There was no better place to be. Right here, right now...
Nothing else mattered, all the badness that oozed painfully from everyday life just floated away like a fluffy cloud in a cornflower blue sky.
Time stood stll, how long had I been here? Why had noone else come in?
I looked into the blurry mirror, had I asked those questions out loud or had she?
As I pondered these thoughts in my sguidgy warm brain, something happened, something that was to change my perception of life forever.
My reflection looked straight at me defiantly, right to my very core it seemed, then sneered with an evil leer, a nasty curl to her lip.
I looked again and I was back! Huge liquid eyes like a startled cow in an abattoir looking around myself wildly.
What the hell had just happened? Had anyone else seen this?
The voice seemed to emerge from the very depths of the ground...'You are going to wish that you'd never been born.'
Eyes bursting with fury, finger pointing accusingly... The intensity was terrifying....
I ran stumbling out of the toilets, into the throbbing mass of warm, moist bodies and the hypnotic throbbing bass of the music....
© Tara Carbery.
- Reflections, digressions and poor digestion 2
The second part of my novel which describes the bewilderment and fear felt when a 37 year old teacher woke up in a police cell covered in blood, not knowing how or why she had got there.
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